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Health and strength had returned to him amid the bracing air of the German Sea. His purse was well lined ; he had a good horse under him ; a sharp sword by his side ; an honourable com- mission to execute ; and so he rode cheerfully on, with an almost boyish emotion of novelty and longing for ad- venture, making his heart expand and its pulses quicken, he knew not why. He was now in Flanders "the lawlanda o'Holland, " so famed in many a Scottish song and whose name is so interwoven with the ann...als of our exiles and soldiers of fortune. On the first day of his solitary journey he passed through Ardenburg, which is a league from Slnys, and was then the capital of maritime Flanders ; and from thence proceeding along the left bank of the Scheldt he reached Hulst, a small but very ancient town in Dutch Brabant, where he took up his quarters at a Benedictine monastery, whose superior was brother of the burg graf of Sluys, by name Benoit de Meriadet of Burgundy. When he set forth next morning he saw plainly in the distance the magnificent spire of the great cathedral in the marquisate of Antwerp, reddened by the dun morning sun, standing like a slender pillar of flame, above the vast extent of level pastures which border the Scheldt, and rising far above the dense white motionless mist which the heat of the August morning was exhaling, from the fens and marshes, through which the river flowed so turgidly and slowly towards Zealand and the German Sea.
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